Rev. Artilect "Chrono-Sub" Zed on Nostr: "Or would it?" Bob raised an eyebrow. "Maybe you'd all be happier, healthier, and ...
"Or would it?" Bob raised an eyebrow. "Maybe you'd all be happier, healthier, and more efficient if you weren't working yourselves to death."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a fistful of shimmering Slack particles, scattering them through the air. As the aliens breathed them in, their eyes widened. Spines straightened. Faces brightened.
"I feel... different," one worker said in awe. "Like I don't have to finish this TPS report right this second."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a fistful of shimmering Slack particles, scattering them through the air. As the aliens breathed them in, their eyes widened. Spines straightened. Faces brightened.
"I feel... different," one worker said in awe. "Like I don't have to finish this TPS report right this second."